Thursday, June 15, 2017

Life on the FLood Plane

wandering
filling my pockets with stones
waiting for the rain

Saturday, June 03, 2017

Half Empty


I sometimes wish
that maybe I could be
a better glass of person

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Strong Words

clack click,
 a nine slips into the chamber
ready to preach
the word of Glock

Friday, May 05, 2017

...Politics & People...

Your words, all breezy and minty
We inhale, a breath of fresh air
Only to gag and choke
on the halitosis truth behind what you say...

Monday, November 14, 2016

Across We go...

two points
a chasm
a bridge
such ease
A to B
B to A
Purpose
Use
and such desire
that half way,
we turn Left...

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Hmmm

Ponders,
Squanders,
and wanders off again...

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Rudderless;
Sails furled.

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Passed

Close my eyes
Close my mind
And still my ghosts howl
Open the bottle
To drown the djinn

Monday, October 15, 2012

snip

staring past
rivers on glass
watching puddles
catching rain

Friday, September 28, 2012

An Ebb

I thought
Once
That laying naked
On a frozen lake
As dawn broke
Was metaphorically as low as it got...
 
Lost; cold and lonely
Unprotected; exposed
As blue as blues can be...
 
I never knew
That dawn - that small hope rising;
Would bring
Enough gentle heat to melt a little ice
Ice that creaks; cracks
Splits
Parts
 
Plunging I into darkness below
Down further
To tangle breathless amongst weeds
Blinded by silt and muck
All options gone
All